words spoken monotones
There抯 violence in your pretty homes
Unfaded memories of the times we used to play
No colors anymore
There抯 laughter locked outside the door
The trucks go rolling by on the freeways just behind you

It抯 a self-fulfilling catastrophe
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Watch your problems disappear
And then reappear as mine

Come take a look at me
I抦 the poster boy for sympathy
I can't find my way out of this place I抳e spent my life

Some things we never tell
Looking back it's just as well
No comfort from anyone
A frightened child with no place to run
Can you hear me calling out your name?
Calling out but nobody's there